Miyano quickly skimmed through the document, ending with a blurry photo of a giant turtle with its shell protruding from the water.
He took out paper and pen and quickly analyzed the existing data based on the reference objects in the photo.
"The exposed carapace is about 18 to 22 meters long, with a total length of about 28 to 30 meters. The bite force is unknown. It attacks dams by ramming. Its intelligence is low..."
Miyano paused in her writing, then looked up. "What do you want me to do with him? Kill him?"
The old man's face looked constipated. He had just angered his son and didn't want to say anything harsh, but he couldn't help it.
"Kill, kill, kill! Can't you think of anything normal besides killing?" Under the seemingly smiling but actually cold and ruthless gaze of this rebellious son...
His voice trailed off, "Like, where it comes from and where it's sent back to..."
“Dad,” Miyano said, resting his brow on his pen and pointing at the photograph again, “Leaving aside how I’m supposed to get such a gigantic creature weighing over 10 tons back…”
Aren't you worried that your son might accidentally die from a penis?
You, the undisputed killer in the department, the one who even brings complaints to me, would die in the mouth of a low-intelligence giant tortoise? Do you even believe that yourself?
The old man gave a slight pursed lip.
Looking up, he saw his unfilial son getting up and putting on his coat. He instinctively asked, "Where are you going?"
Miyano fastened the last button of his trench coat with his well-defined knuckles, then suddenly stopped in his tracks as he walked towards the door. He turned back and said, "Go clean up your mess."
He paused, then said something the old man was afraid of but couldn't stop him from saying: "While we're at it, let's also go see my dear nephew and his future niece-in-law."
As everyone left the office, an inscrutable voice echoed back: "Did that turtle eat anyone?"
A moment later, Feng Guang's reply reached Gong Ye's ears, muffled and somewhat unreal: "No! You rebellious son, be careful, lest you really capsize in the gutter."
Feng Guang stared blankly at the now quiet interior.
Without thinking, he opened his wallet and reached out to touch an old black and white photograph. The woman in the photo, dressed in a cheongsam, smiled as brightly as summer flowers.
This is his wife, the love of his life whom he forcibly took when he was young and impulsive.
After their marriage, the couple were very loving and had five sons and two daughters. However, when his wife was nearly 40 years old and about to give birth to their youngest son, she was kidnapped by the Japanese army in retaliation.
Fortunately, he arrived in time, annihilated the Japanese army, and rescued his wife and children. Unfortunately, his wife suffered a difficult childbirth due to shock. Medical conditions were limited at the time, and he did everything he could to ensure the safety of both mother and child.
His wife was saved from a postpartum hemorrhage, but her health deteriorated year by year. Four years later, during the last Japanese counterattack, she was killed by the enemy while protecting her youngest son.
It was Feng Bai who attracted the enemy troops by crying and making a scene.
He escaped death by holding his breath in extreme shock, but Miyano was cruelly taken to a laboratory by the Japanese army and imprisoned there for six years.
No one knows what he went through during those six years, or how he survived.
Just when the father, who had been searching for years without success, had given up hope and thought his son would never come back, Miyano found himself and collapsed in front of the old house.
It was his old comrade-in-arms, who was recuperating at home due to injury, who found him and took him to the hospital for emergency treatment. He will never forget the pitying look in the doctor's eyes when he told him to be mentally prepared.
I can't forget the time when father and son met again after many years. He was so thin and bony on the sickbed that he could only be described as a humanoid creature. It was heartbreaking to see him like that.
During the two years of rehabilitation, Miyano was completely inhuman, unable to recognize people, and his bloodshot eyes were cruel and bloodthirsty. When he looked at you, it meant he wanted to kill you.
But when it's time to eat, they become unusually well-behaved, curled up in bed and you can pat their head.
Two years, a full two years, he smoothed out all his rough edges, teaching him step by step how to dress, eat, and regain his language.
After regaining his senses, Miyano also intermittently revealed that he had been locked up in a laboratory deep in the mountains for six years.
Those beasts conducted all sorts of inhuman experiments on him. They succeeded, but they ruined his son.
Miyano declined to elaborate on the specifics.
However, when he led his men to the laboratory deep in the mountains based on the description, all that remained inside, besides the damaged instruments and various medicines, were piles of white bones with the corpses torn apart.
He knew that it was Miyano who did it, torturing and killing all the living people in the laboratory, including the experimental subjects.
Perhaps because he had been staring at the photo for too long, Feng Guang rubbed his sore eyes. He knew his son; after all he had been through, how could he still be a normal person?
But he is too clever and too good at imitating. To this day, apart from the occasional strange behavior and unusually frightening look, his Ono is no different from anyone else.
Except for... being particularly stubborn about killing the Japanese and Feng Bai.
The thought of my stupid grandson getting beaten up by his uncle every time, no matter how much he trains, gives me a headache.
After realizing that Miyano was careful not to actually kill anyone, his eldest son and wife stopped interfering, saying in their family's usual way:
"Just stay put, you won't die!"
Thinking that his rebellious son was going to cause trouble for the brat again, Feng Guang quickly put on his hat and went out, giving instructions to the guards standing outside the door.
"I tell everyone I'm not here when they call."
...
As a jeep drove from the provincial capital to the county town, Ruan Xianxian, wrapped in a cotton-padded coat, was picking out frozen meat in the cold storage of the breeding farm.
One by one, the workers loaded the metal drums onto trucks, which were then driven to the back gate of the state-run vegetable market to load vegetables, mostly mushrooms and wild vegetables collected from nearby communes.
"Comrade, you're so young, yet you're already in charge of procurement for the military?"
In the corner, Ruan Xianxian sat next to the head of the state-run market, and they could see trucks loading goods when they looked up.
One wanted to show off, and the other wanted to make friends; the two of them, being birds of a feather, ended up squatting together.
Ruan Xianxian looked unconvinced. "I'm too inexperienced to handle such a big matter as procurement."
Just as the person in charge was showing signs of disappointment and losing interest in the conversation, she changed the subject, saying, "It's just that I'm fortunate enough to be valued by the leadership and temporarily in charge of the cooking squad."
Every day involves washing and cooking, and also figuring out what to feed the soldiers to ensure they get adequate nutrition. I feel I'm too young to handle it, but the leaders insist that ability has nothing to do with age.
The person in charge's eyes lit up, and he quickly chimed in, "That makes sense! The young comrade is right, a regular batch of river-opening fish will be available tomorrow."
Could you help me connect with the military?
"Opening-the-river fish" refers to fish caught in the middle and late April each year when the ice on rivers in Northeast China melts.
After a winter of hibernation, fish have tender flesh and a delicious flavor. Therefore, the fish caught at the beginning of the spring season are also known as the best of the "Four Delicacies".
From the moment the person in charge spoke, Ruan Xianxian had already envisioned various ways to cook the river fish: stewed in an iron pot, braised in soy sauce, stewed in red broth, stewed in river water...
They've even figured out what staple food to pair with it!
Seeing that she remained silent, seemingly deep in thought, the person in charge moved closer, understanding the situation. "Little sister! I'm a few years older than you, but I'm calling you 'little sister' out of respect."
"As long as this order is secured, you can rest assured about the bonus."
Ruan Xianxian tilted her head curiously: "Does the stuff in the state-run vegetable market also have trouble selling?"
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